my orders. The audience began to quiet down, and some scattering
applause gave assurance that the excitement was abating.

"The Star-Spangled Banner" still further restored confidence, and
when we played "Oh Dear, What Can the Matter Be?" and "Wait Till
The Clouds Roll By," every one was laughing and making the best of
the gloom. In a short time the gas was turned on, and the concert
proceeded with adequate lighting.


In the desire to do especial honor to a certain foreign
representative during the World's Fair, I had a particular piece of
music in which he was interested arranged for my band, and agreed
to play it at a specified concert. The music was given to a member
of the band with instructions to copy the parts and deliver them at
the band-stand.

The foreign gentleman was present at the concert with a large party
of friends, whom he had invited to hear this particular piece of
music. When the librarian asked the musician for the parts, he
could not find them, and a search high and low for the missing
music was without avail. Much to my chagrin, it was necessary to
omit the number and send explanations and regrets to the dignitary
whom it was designed to honor.

At the end of the concert, when the men were packing to go home, the
player found the missing band parts stuck in the bell of his
instrument, where he had placed them for safe-keeping.